Because someone had died in the ring, the guests, fearing trouble, left one after another.
In a short while, the boxing ring was devoid of people.
Only the ordinary staff remained, along with the empty hall.
However, Sun Weiren did not leave.
Ever since Eldest Senior Brother's death, he had been in a daze, his eyes vacant and numb.
There was no helping it, this martial arts competition had been too much of a blow for him.
His mind had slipped into a state of stupor.
Yang Fei was flanked by Mad Blade on the left and Fan Yi on the right, followed by Li Shun and Yi Long.
The group headed to Sun Weiren's VIP box.
Yang Fei, brimming with pride, said, "Young Master Sun, our bet, who lost and who won?"
Sun Weiren looked blankly, his gaze fixed dully on the arena.
It seemed he hadn't heard Yang Fei's words.
Qiu Yidao's resentful eyes flashed past as he tossed an envelope onto the table.
He spoke indifferently, "You've won. The Hongda Wharf Logistics Base is yours now."
